Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sudan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Wolf Eyes to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Techniques,
Franke,
Radiohead,
The Durutti Column,
KRS-One,
Sandy B,
Groovy Waters,
Eli Mardock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
Funkadelic,
Sun City Girls,
The Names,
Zero Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
The Black Dice,
Junior Murvin,
Roxette,
Panda Bear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
John Lydon,
The Offenders,
The Buckinghams,
The Standells,
Ponytail,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Y Pants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Colin Newman,
Mission of Burma,
The New Christs,
Ohio Players,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Kinks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lucky Dragons,
Blancmange,
Animal Collective,
X-101,
New Age Steppers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stiv Bators,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig,
Harmonia,
Buzzcocks,
Suburban Knight,
Tres Demented,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Halsall,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.